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Fall's Golden Hour

My soul bleeds black, but exhales gold when the sun hits that certain magical hour that illuminates the earth in the loveliest golden hue. Then I find myself frolicking in reflected light attempting to capture every detail with the ephemeral sunset.

I'm sure most of you are not familiar with my writing style yet. It's a bit eccentric, a bit all-over-the-place, and possibly wrist-slap-worthy from my high school literature teachers. But that doesn't matter here, just like how starting a sentence with "but" doesn't either. I write what I want, and I write based on what inspired me about each outfit, so you'll have to excuse the sporadic nature of my inner scribe. She's quite the eunique character.